| Lyrics: | Once upon a time, I had a little money.
Government burglars took it long
Before I could
mail it to you.
Still, you are the only one.
Now I can't let it slip away.
So if the
man with the ticker tape,
He tries to take it,
Well this is what I'm gonna
say.
Chorus:
Blame it on Cain.
Don't blame it on me.
Oh-oh, oh, it's
nobody's fault,
But we need somebody to burn.
Well if I was a saint with a silver
cup
And the money got low we could always heat it up
Or trade it in.
But then the
radio to heaven will be wired to your purse.
And you can run down the wave
band,
Coast-to-coast, hand-in-hand.
Bad-to-worse, curse-for-curse,
Don't be
dissatisfied.
So you're not satisfied.
-chorus-
I think I've lived a
little too long on the outskirts of town
I think I'm going insane from talking to myself for so
long.
Oh but I've never been accused.
When they step on your face, then wear that good
look grin.
I gotta break out one weekend before I do somebody in.
But every single time
I feel a little stronger,
They tell me it's a crime.
Well, how much
longer?
-chorus-
Blame it on Cain.
Oh-oh oh please don't blame it on
me.
It's nobody's fault,
But it just seems to be his turn |
